Fred. Fred! You there? Tell Susan I’m fine just a little banged up. A few bits of red fur but that’s just a sign that I’m alive! Tell her not to be cross with Alex. We all have nipples. And tell her to share the sugar, for goodness sake at
I see through it and around it. Miami heat is nothing to play with. Honestly I’m astounded, and annoyed to be surrounded. I’m out here melllllting. On beds of doubtfully baked air. Trust has us but us seldom means much. Imagine if giving up was an option. Ha! Never! I
My dreams are brighter than me, so I often sit and watch and listen. Boom … boom … boom! Footsteps from behind, but I was afraid to turn and look. Then I was mad at myself for being so shook. Fear is a waste of time. Surprises can be overwhelming.
When I stopped chasing logic I realized everyone is just like me. Crying out collectively they could not be heard. The loud voices are equal to mental screams. No one hearing a peep. No one listening. Even if they heard they would never understand. In that moment it hit me.
Stay at Your Best You’ll never know how brave you are until you’re broke. That’s when your best ideas come about. Your beautiful mind finally acknowledges and believes something of substance sits behind your eyes of brown. Is the banana rotten because it’s brown? It might be sweeter.